Oh fuck, of course Damian didn't bring any. Arie laughs with him and then gestures towards his bag somewhere on the floor. "Toilette bag," he says with a smile, his fingers dragging through Damian's hair for a moment gently.

"You aren't prepared for quickies each night?" he asks softly. He isn't sure what to think of that, to be honest. It appeases his jealousy, sure, but at the same time, it tells him that Damian wasn't thinking about the possibility of sex tonight either and he sure knew Arie would be at the Roadhouse.